The sound of kisses and licks echoes from Reina’s lips as she services between my legs.
For her second ti giving fellatio, I decided to let Reina take the lead. Kneeling naked, she tends to my manhood with a loving touch.
She looks like a devoted young wife or a lover maid, either way, it’s a beautiful sight.
"Is this good?" she asks.
Reina traces the tip with her tongue, teasing the sensitive ridge. A jolt of pleasure shoots through my body.
"That feels amazing," I say.
"I’ll do more then," she replies with a smile.
Reina tries different techniques, picking up on what makes react and refining her approach. Her skill is improving at an incredible pace, hard to believe it’s her first ti. I run my right hand through her hair, savoring the feel while losing myself in her service.
My heart is free of worry, fully imrsed in the pleasure of her mouth. I wish this mont could last forever, but the intensity is pushing to my limit.
"The taste changed a bit. Are you close?" she asks.
She can tell?
"Yeah, I can’t hold back anymore," I admit.
"I’ll swallow it all this ti," she says with a smile, her words sending a rush of heat through my brain.
(I’m done for.)
My body grows hotter, all the sensation pooling at the tip. I can’t last another second.
"I’m coming!" I gasp.
"Okay," she murmurs.
Reina closes her eyes and purses her lips, ready to take every drop. The sight of her devotion breaks the dam inside .
*Splash! Splash! Slush!*
A torrent of heat surges into her mouth, pulsing endlessly, filling it with thick warmth.
Reina’s eyes water from the sheer volu, but she keeps her mouth open, accepting the long, relentless release.
(It’s finally over.)
With effort, she swallows the thick liquid in several gulps, taking it all down.
"You really swallowed it all?" I ask, incredulous.
"I tried my best," she says, smiling gently. Her expression is so pure, it’s hard to believe what she just did.
"Open your mouth, let see," I say.
She hesitates but complies, showing her mouth like a child saying "ahh." It’s an embarrassing act, but she obeys. Her cute tongue is all I see, no trace of white remains. She truly swallowed every drop.
A sound rings in my head, my level has gone up. I can’t even count how much it’s risen from this.
"Master, did I do well?" she asks.
"Absolutely perfect. That was my first ti being swallowed down there," I reply.
Most won refuse this kinda stuff, and it’s not sothing you’d ask for in prostitution anyways. It’s a deeply intimate act.
"Really? Then I took your first," she says, beaming innocently.
I can’t help but pull her into a tight embrace.
"Whenever you want it again, just tell ," she says.
"Anyti?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat.
Her words spark vivid images: Reina kneeling at the door when I co ho, greeting with "Welco back, Master" and servicing right there. Or her burying her face in my lap on the couch, saying, "You work so hard, let make you feel good."
"Not outside, though! I’d die of embarrassnt if soone saw!" she says, blushing as if reading my thoughts.
"So, inside the mansion is fine?" I tease.
"Well, yes, but..." she trails off.
"Even at the entrance or on the couch?" I press.
"That’s... no, it’d make a ss!" she protests.
"Not if it’s you, Reina. You wouldn’t spill a drop," I say.
Her face turns redder, tears welling up. She might regret her words, but I hug her gently, thanking her to seal the mont.
"Thank you, Reina. This is the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m looking forward to more," I say.
"You’re exaggerating," she mumbles, letting out a resigned sigh, heavy with emotion.
"If it makes you that happy, I’ll do it," she whispers.
"Thank you. Today’s the best day ever," I reply, grinning.
---
*Dap! Slush!*
"Nghh~Ahh...Hnn~"
Reina’s soft moans fill the bedroom. After her intense service in the bathroom, we moved to the bed for more.
She perford what might be considered perverse in this world without a hint of reluctance. Overwheld with affection, I wanted to repay her kindness and cherish her fully.
I caressed her body, warming her up, then used my tongue to pleasure her until she was lting. Slowly, I entered her. It was just a repeat of what we did yesterday, but it was enough to feel deep love and ample pleasure.
"Reina, you’ve got an exquisite body," I say.
"Ex-qui-site? What’s th~at?" she asks.
"Your insides feel incredible," I explain, thrusting deeply.
"Ahh..Nghh~"
She lets out a sharp moan.
I hadn’t noticed yesterday due to nerves, but Reina’s body is extraordinary. Warm and tight, with a slightly textured depth that intensely stimulates , a rare quality, often called a "herring roe ceiling."
"The deeper parts feel especially good," I say while thrusting in.
"Re~ally?" she gasps between moans.
Today, I want to be gentle. Even at a normal pace, her body is endlessly enticing.
"It feels strange when you hit deep.. Nghh," she murmurs.
She seems to enjoy it. I thought she preferred external stimulation, but she’s sensitive inside too. Her body is truly exceptional.
*Slush! Smack!*
I focus on her depths with stronger thrusts. The tight, textured walls grip , sending waves of pleasure.
"Hnnhg~Ahh...Nghh!"
Reina’s body trembles, convulsing as she reaches climax inside.
Panting, she says, "Master... I love you."
"I love you too, Reina," I reply.
She giggles, delighted.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah. It felt weird, but in a good way," she says.
She seems a bit confused by her first internal climax but smiles at the new sensation.
"Your sensitivity inside is amazing too," I say.
"I’m happy that... Nghh~ you like it... Ahh," she replies.
I hold her close, kissing her softly to let her savor the afterglow.
"I’m also close," I warn.
"Co," she urges.
*Slush! Slush!*
"Mppmh... Nhggnnh~Ahh~"
In missionary, I move faster. Her moans grow louder, her cute tits bouncing like jelly. It’s been an intense day, but I want to finish together, wrapped in happiness.
*Shrr! Splash! Splash!*
"Ugh"
Her moans peak as I release a flood inside her. She trembles again, her body reacting to the shared climax. The pleasure of filling her and making her climax mixes into pure bliss.
Totally exhausted, I collapse beside her. I’ve lost count of how many tis we’ve done it today.
"Let clean you now, Master," she says.
True to her promise, she kisses my exhausted dick, sucking out the last drops and licking away the mix of our love fluids.
I’m moved by her dedication but too drained to continue today.
"Co here," I say.
She snuggles into my left arm, pressing her soft body against , claiming my arm with her chest and thighs.
"Thank you, Reina," I say.
"You’re welco," she giggles.
"I love you," I add.
"I know, you said that already," she teases.
"Should I stop saying it?" I ask.
"No way! Say it as many tis as you want," she insists.
I realize I know almost nothing about her past.
"Reina, can we talk a little bit?" I ask.
"Sure," she says.
"What did you do before we t?" I ask.
"I was a seamstress. I mostly modeled dresses for fittings, but I’m good with my hands too," she says.
"And before that? Were you always in Freesia?" I ask, curious about her family.
"Well... I wasn’t born in Freesia," she admits.
"Really?" I say, surprised. She fits in so well, I assud she was a native here.
"Yeah. Actually I co from a noble family, but we lost everything to debt and got kicked out," she says.
It must have been painful, but she smiles as she speaks. I always thought she had a refined air, her high-born roots explain it.
"Princess Ellis helped out when I had no shelter. Since then, I’ve been working as a seamstress im Freesia Textiles," she adds.
"I see," I say.
She doesn’t elaborate, so it must be a sore subject. I decide not to pry.
"Should we sleep now?" I suggest.
"Yes, it’s quite late already. Goodnight, Master~" she says.
"Goodnight, Reina," I reply.
---
As we close our eyes to settle into a peaceful sleep, a sudden shout jolts awake....
"Fire! There’s a fire!"
"A fire!?"
Reina and I imdiately rush out of the bed and throw on cloaks and rush out of the mansion.
I can see it from here, flas rising in the town, near the sewing workshop.
I run toward the scene as fast as possible. The area looked chaotic with people fighting the fire and others fleeing in panic.
"Lord Seiou, the flas are really strong! The sewing workshop will burn!"
Captain Kanon, leading the guard unit in the firefighting effort, spots and shouts. If this continues, the workshop will be lost to the flas in no ti.
(The sewing workshop again!)
I channel magic into my right hand and cast a spell.
[Sex Magic: Hot Water]
*Shrr!*
A surge of hot water pours out, but it’s not enough to stop the fire. I decide to overwhelm it with sothing non-flammable.
[Sex Magic: Unlimited Lotion]
I summon a massive amount of sticky lotion and hurl it into the blazing flas. As the Sex King, I’m better at summoning lotion than water.
"Wow Lord Seiou!"
"Lord Seiou will save us!"
The crowd cheers. The lotion works like a charm, smothering the flas as if it were fire suppressant. The air fills with the sll of burnt seaweed from the scorched lotion.
"Amazing, Lord Seiou! Please help over there too!"
Following Captain Kanon’s directions, I summon lotion to douse fires around the workshop. Oddly, every fire seems to have started in houses surrounding it, as if strangely targeting the workshop itself.
As I extinguish the final fire, the area grows dark without the light of the flas.
A bad feeling hits . Using my "Expert’s Eye," I scan the surroundings. This ability lets see clearly even in the darkest dark.
As I look around with my skill activated, I notice so n, likely garrison soldiers, stained with a dark red aura, a mix of killing intent and hostility.
(Where’s a shield? This is all I’ve got!)
[Sex Magic: Mat]
I summon a soapland mat to use as a shield.
*Thud!*
*Thud!*
Thudding sounds hit the mat... They were sharp arrows. Their feathered tips catch in the mat, sparing barely.
"You wanna play it like that? Then take this!"
*Shrr! Shrr!*
I unleash a wave of lotion toward where the arrows ca from.
This is far more than yesterday’s amount. A torrent of lotion crashes into the soldiers, slamming them against a wall with its force. Unlike yesterday, when I could only make the floor slippery, my level has risen significantly thanks to Reina and the others.
"Master, look out!"
Reina’s near-scream and the sound of soone approaching from behind. I can’t counter with lotion in ti.
[Sex Magic: Bondage]
I cast a binding spell, targeting the closest enemy. This sex magic doesn’t care about direction so it’s the best option.
"Guh!?"
The enemy soldier, expecting to ambush , collapses under the spell’s effect. They’re tied in a traditional turtle-shell bondage, a thod from Japan’s Edo era, pressing their groin and accentuating their chest.
"Don’t hesitate! All at once!"
The bound man shouts, it’s Rodri, the garrison soldier who attacked earlier before.
*Clang! Clang!*
"Hya!!"
Figures charge from all sides, their swords glinting in the moonlight.
(Damn!)
The bondage spell only works on one target at a ti. I can’t stop a group attack with this defense.
(I have to use that spell....)
It’s a spell I didn’t want to use, but there’s no ti to hesitate. I aim at Rodri, writhing on the ground, and myself, then cast.
—Sex Magic: Swap Change—
In my original world’s prostitution, only chosen heroes could utter this phrase. As Seiou, it becos a space-shifting spell that swaps two targets.
Suddenly, I’m on the cobblestones where Rodri was. In my place, Rodri faces the charging soldiers.
The sickening sound of blades piercing flesh echoes, like sothing from a historical drama.
"You guys... why?"
"Rodri...!? How!?"
Rodri, stabbed, and the soldiers who stabbed him cry out in confusion. They draw their swords, but it’s too late. Blood pours from Rodri’s wounds like a waterfall. He won’t survive.
(That was close. A second later, and that would’ve been .)
A chill runs through , but I stand. In a fight, you can’t stay down.
"He teleported over there!"
"Instant movent magic!?"
The enemy soldiers shout in shock as they realize what happened.
"Too strong!"
"Is this the visitor’s magic!?"
Their murmurs turn to near-screams. In truth, dodging the arrows and attacks was a close call, but to them, it looks like I handled it effortlessly with magic.
"Lord Seiou, what’s happening!?"
Captain Kanon, hearing the commotion, arrives with several guards.
"Run!"
"Retreat!"
The remaining soldiers scatter like frightened birds.
(That was too close.)
I look at my palm, bleeding slightly. The soapland mat couldn’t fully block the arrows, and one grazed . If the fight had continued, I wouldn’t have escaped unscathed.
"Master, are you okay?"
"I’m fine," I say, hiding my palm to avoid worrying Reina and putting on a brave face.
"As expected of Lord Seiou!"
"Prostitution magic is incredible!"
The won who witnessed my victory cheer. It was a razor-thin win, but to them, it looked like I dominated with magic. Their trust is valuable, so I’ll play the part for now.
"We’ve captured several enemies. They’ll be taken to the castle. Lord Seiou, please go to the princess," Captain Kanon says.
Following her orders, we head to Princess Ellis.
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